Summer afternoon - Summer afternoon... the two most beautiful words in the English language.~Henry James
I came out onto the screen porch several hours ago to do some work. But there's a breeze from the SouthWest that keeps making love to the leaves -- and their lovemaking makes the shadows on the lawn dance. There are cardinals and bluejays and mourning doves and mocking birds and sparrows and squirrels at the feeder and dappled shade in the woodland garden and -- well, I have done none of the briefing that I meant to do today. But I have done something else that I do -- that we all do -- far too seldom. I have been really present in my body; I have appreciated; I have replenished the almost-empty cistern of my soul. I've gotten better acquainted with this bit of land, the spirits of this place, Summer.
May it be so for you.
4 comments:
Very nice.
I like Summer afternoon at the beach, especially. (Living in Columbus/absence makes the heart grow fonder, etc.)
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beautiful . . .
Oh my, yes... thunderstorms from the late afternoon until about an hour ago. Both sheet and forked lightning against the backdrop of the mountains. Rain pounding in the yard; sunset golden and rose and vast. Summer afternoon... summer evening... sweet, sweet summertime.
I thought I was the only one who knew that Henry James quotation...
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